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Jul. 22nd, 2006 06:20 pmPart 6
Holby 3083
PASS Project
Day 12
She was frightened.
It wasn't just the technology, although that was a daunting thing for anyone who hadn't seen
many things more advanced than an iconograph. True, she had seen some of Hank's equipment,
but that didn't obviously do anything except make pictures. Certainly it didn't create giant
obstacle courses or scrabble boards. However this was not what was bothering her.
Nor was it the fact that Jack was miserable, although obviously that caused her some
concern. The professor had managed to get together most of the things required to keep her
son going, to her great relief, and had even shown a momentary twinge of guilt at having got
her involved.
No. She stands up and goes over to the mirror, pulling down the neck of her top to look
worriedly at the scar of two puncture wounds. This is what was worrying her. Not the wound
itself - Mal's bite has almost healed up, and isn't as swollen as it had been. What is more
concerning was the memory that in her upset and confused state, she had somehow agreed to
tell CJ her attacker's name so that he could shoot her and ward her off.
She's not sure which of them she's more concerned about.
I have to get out of here.
She stands, clips Jack securely to her front in the baby sling, and draws her sword. Making
her way through into the main room, she casually asks how 'help' is spelt, before going into
the bathroom.
The other candidates, still in the main room, glance nervously around at one another as the
sound of mass destruction of wood and tiles is heard from the bathroom.
Suddenly it stops, and a moment later she peers around the door and motions for Guppy to
come and join her. He follows her, then after a minute reappears and goes back to the group,
all present, though John is asleep. He puts a finger over the microphone on the metallic
collar around his neck.
"We're going to need a distraction. Shufti's found a way home."
***
"Miracle though this is, it would have been nice for the bar to send us a portal a little
closer to the ground." Snowball comments as he notes the fifteen foot gap between floor and
air vent where the shimmering window hovers behind. Clambering onto the counter, he and
Guppy lift Shufti up on their shoulders, Jack still carefully strapped to her front. The
noise of Xerxes and Oliver having a distracting argument next door can just be heard.
"Shufti, how are you going to get the grate off?" Guppy whispers. "If we damage the bar
floor with that sword we are going to have an extremely pissed off Bernard on our hands. If
you attack it from above, the door should regenerate when it reappears or disappears and we
won't get charged for damages."
Shufti nods, takes careful aim and rams the sword into the wall. Tiles shatter as it goes
through into the bar. She smashes a couple more times, sending showers of plaster and tiles
onto the others below, before grabbing onto the grate and tying a dressing gown cord to it.
"Okay, pull!" she calls down, and the boys yank on the cord, whilst trying to balance Shufti
precariously. The grate puts up a few groans of resistance before crashing down.
"Quick, they'll have heard that." Guppy gasps, trying not to choke on the plaster dust as he
and Snowball push Shufti up. She grabs onto the door frame and pulls herself up, another
dressing gown cord tied around her waist to keep the portal open for the others.
"Okay, I'm up. I'll get some help to pull you Guppy look out!" she yells as John shoves the
pair of them off the counter and grabs the cord.
Shufti rams her feet against the door frame as John yanks at it, trying to pull himself up
to what he sees as freedom.
"Shufti cut the cord, he'll pull you over!" Guppy yells as Shufti draws her crossbow and
points it at John.
"Let go or I'll shoot!" she yells, clinging on for dear life. She gives him three seconds
before sending a vicious black bolt into his leg, and slitting the cord with her sword a
moment later.
The portal vanishes. Inside, Guppy and Snowball stare with a degree of utter disappointment at the blank vent above, whilst John is still trying to climb inside.
"It's not fair!" he shouts. "You stopped me going home. I have a wife and four children, why couldn't you let me go home?" The man falls to his knees, the bolt still sticking out of his leg. Guppy, feeling for the first time a pang of sympathy for the irritating man, bends down and puts a hand on his shoulder.
A nudge from Snowball causes him to look up and note the two tall policemen standing in the doorway.
Holby 3083
PASS Project
Day 12
She was frightened.
It wasn't just the technology, although that was a daunting thing for anyone who hadn't seen
many things more advanced than an iconograph. True, she had seen some of Hank's equipment,
but that didn't obviously do anything except make pictures. Certainly it didn't create giant
obstacle courses or scrabble boards. However this was not what was bothering her.
Nor was it the fact that Jack was miserable, although obviously that caused her some
concern. The professor had managed to get together most of the things required to keep her
son going, to her great relief, and had even shown a momentary twinge of guilt at having got
her involved.
No. She stands up and goes over to the mirror, pulling down the neck of her top to look
worriedly at the scar of two puncture wounds. This is what was worrying her. Not the wound
itself - Mal's bite has almost healed up, and isn't as swollen as it had been. What is more
concerning was the memory that in her upset and confused state, she had somehow agreed to
tell CJ her attacker's name so that he could shoot her and ward her off.
She's not sure which of them she's more concerned about.
I have to get out of here.
She stands, clips Jack securely to her front in the baby sling, and draws her sword. Making
her way through into the main room, she casually asks how 'help' is spelt, before going into
the bathroom.
The other candidates, still in the main room, glance nervously around at one another as the
sound of mass destruction of wood and tiles is heard from the bathroom.
Suddenly it stops, and a moment later she peers around the door and motions for Guppy to
come and join her. He follows her, then after a minute reappears and goes back to the group,
all present, though John is asleep. He puts a finger over the microphone on the metallic
collar around his neck.
"We're going to need a distraction. Shufti's found a way home."
***
"Miracle though this is, it would have been nice for the bar to send us a portal a little
closer to the ground." Snowball comments as he notes the fifteen foot gap between floor and
air vent where the shimmering window hovers behind. Clambering onto the counter, he and
Guppy lift Shufti up on their shoulders, Jack still carefully strapped to her front. The
noise of Xerxes and Oliver having a distracting argument next door can just be heard.
"Shufti, how are you going to get the grate off?" Guppy whispers. "If we damage the bar
floor with that sword we are going to have an extremely pissed off Bernard on our hands. If
you attack it from above, the door should regenerate when it reappears or disappears and we
won't get charged for damages."
Shufti nods, takes careful aim and rams the sword into the wall. Tiles shatter as it goes
through into the bar. She smashes a couple more times, sending showers of plaster and tiles
onto the others below, before grabbing onto the grate and tying a dressing gown cord to it.
"Okay, pull!" she calls down, and the boys yank on the cord, whilst trying to balance Shufti
precariously. The grate puts up a few groans of resistance before crashing down.
"Quick, they'll have heard that." Guppy gasps, trying not to choke on the plaster dust as he
and Snowball push Shufti up. She grabs onto the door frame and pulls herself up, another
dressing gown cord tied around her waist to keep the portal open for the others.
"Okay, I'm up. I'll get some help to pull you Guppy look out!" she yells as John shoves the
pair of them off the counter and grabs the cord.
Shufti rams her feet against the door frame as John yanks at it, trying to pull himself up
to what he sees as freedom.
"Shufti cut the cord, he'll pull you over!" Guppy yells as Shufti draws her crossbow and
points it at John.
"Let go or I'll shoot!" she yells, clinging on for dear life. She gives him three seconds
before sending a vicious black bolt into his leg, and slitting the cord with her sword a
moment later.
The portal vanishes. Inside, Guppy and Snowball stare with a degree of utter disappointment at the blank vent above, whilst John is still trying to climb inside.
"It's not fair!" he shouts. "You stopped me going home. I have a wife and four children, why couldn't you let me go home?" The man falls to his knees, the bolt still sticking out of his leg. Guppy, feeling for the first time a pang of sympathy for the irritating man, bends down and puts a hand on his shoulder.
A nudge from Snowball causes him to look up and note the two tall policemen standing in the doorway.
